smk_network | Buck Moon - Backdated to July 5th

First one to make a comment about my new 'rack' will be labeled unoriginal.

[Crowley tilted his head at the screen, feeling the odd weight of the new set of antlers resting on his head. ]

What is this Midsummer Night's Dream? Should I strike a pose?

[Whether he should or not he did! And with an appropriately 'garden' type backdrop and sank into a soliloquy.]

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.

[He snorted a laugh before holding up his hand upon which two different rings were battling it out for a place on his finger. An inexpensive black ring with a single white diamond sat beside a more expensive looking black ring encircled by white diamonds.]

Bizarre and damned annoying monster transformations aside I actually have one of those odd married persons questions. You have the wedding ring and the engagement ring... do you wear both? Pick one? I feel like I should set the first one aside, in a jewelry box or something, but it's kinda special. Not that the other one isn't! But the wedding ring hasn't been magically blessed like the smaller one. Opinions, go.

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From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[Another huff that was certainly a huff and not a quiet rush of breath at the heat of those fingers and the teasing way they drew over silk.]

It's just like you to start from the wrong way round.

[he gave Crowley a look from under his lashes]

Very well, I warned you.

[he shifted onto his other side. Out of pure coincidence, the edge of one of his wings glided softly along Crowley's jaw]

From:

serpentinthegarden

[ The feathers brushing his cheek were purely an accidental touch and not anything meant to encourage his deviant behavior... so he decided to be surprising! The angel was expecting some truly evil act, Crowley flipped that on it's head by snuggling into Aziraphale's back and lovingly kissing the shoulder he nuzzled into. That wasn't the worst of it! The worst was when he whispered three forbidden words. ]

I love you.

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[of course he expected it! What else would he expect? He was practically begg-- braced for it!

He hummed at the cuddle, waiting for he knew not what but then!]

Oh! [the words flowed through him, warm as wine, and his wings fluffed everywhere. He knew just what Crowley was doing but he knew also the demon meant it and he couldn't help but feel absolutely floored by it.]

Fiend! Wicked creature. [he twisted in his arms and kissed him thoroughly. And then again. And then a third time, diving his fingers through that lovely red hair.]

You are doing this on purpose. [he nuzzled a leg between two thinner ones]

I love you too.

From:

serpentinthegarden

Every bit of it!

[ It was all done on purpose. Each kiss he stole, every sweep of those fingers through his hair, the way his own hands slithered over white lace to touch the skin beneath. It was all done with one very exact purpose in mind. ]

You're a funny angel, taking all this time to get dressed in your finest lace.

[ His legs parted, sending a thrill through him as Aziraphale drew closer. It was such a dangerous touch that he glided as close into it as he could. ]

Is this the honeymoon? If it is... we're both far too well dressed.

[ Crowley found a length of ribbon to tease loose from its bow, though whatever bit of garment that might free would be a surprise to him. He could only feel the laces not see what they were attached to. ]

Aren't we supposed to throw caution to the wind, strip down to nothing, and find some abandoned beach to christen?

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[he did pout for real this time, even as he felt the bow holding the little garter strap came undone. The stocking rode down a little while the lace rode up.]

The first time-- our first time-- has to be special. [he put his fingers to Crowley's lips.] I know that it's not really but-- I prepared all this-- to surprise you and... well... do you like it? Do you-- want to unwrap me? [that was what he was planning on but...]

We have so much time to be daring and innovative and get sand in awkward places but just now... can we have this moment? Just as it is?

From:

serpentinthegarden

[ He kissed the finger trying to shush him and squirmed past it to kiss the pout as well. ]

I've grown to love your surprises.

[ As the angel had taken his teasing much too much to heart little kiss shaped rewards were visited upon him from shoulder neck as Crowley spoke between each one. ]

Each...

[ Kiss ]

And every...

[ Smooch ]

One of them... And do you want to know a secret?

[ He snuck in to nibble on an ear. ]

I've been unwrapping you with my eyes since I arrived.

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

Really? [his wings fluffed but he was also surprised and warmed. It always seemed to catch him by surprise when he always seemed to be exactly what Crowley wanted.]

Ohhh... [he shifted and hummed under those kisses, moving closer to him restlessly. A soft moan escaped him at the teeth against his ear.]

Then now it's time for your hands... [he took one of those hands and pressed it against his bare thigh, letting out a shaky breath] And your teeth and your tongue and every part of you. Explore me. Enjoy me. Take me. Crowley.

I want to be covered in your sweet darkness.

From:

serpentinthegarden

I'd love to angel...

[ His nibbling teeth worked their way from the lobe to the tender start of Aziraphale's jaw while the requested hands moved to... erm, moved... Crowley tugged his hand but found it only pulled on the inciting outfit Aziraphale wore. ]

But I think my ring is trapped in your lace.

[ He hissed a small curse. ]

Shit... Do you mind a creative solution?

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

I don't know... I rather like you being attached to me. [he teased the hair at the back of Crowley's neck with his fingertips]

Will I enjoy this solution?

From:

serpentinthegarden

I was already attached to you. That's what the rings meant... I just didn't know that would mean physically as well.

[ He gave up in his struggling to free his hand thinking doing anything more was just entangling them further. ]

Whether or not you will like it depends on how fond of this outfit you are.

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

I can free it for you if you like. [he slipped his hand to rest over Crowley's again] You needn't struggle. That's what I'm here for. [and he kissed his jaw and just under his ear and a part of his neck]

From:

serpentinthegarden

[ His fingers wriggled under the weight of Aziraphale's hand trying to lace themselves with his but finding himself unable to do to the loose thread he had snagged, but he could run the pads of those trapped fingers over the thigh they were trapped against. Up and down over the lacy flowers, waiting for his angel to free him... or to keep him prisoner, as long as they were wrapped up together it didn't much matter. ]

Just don't lose the ring. I made a promise to someone very important... never to be parted from it or him ever again.

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

Oh you... [he flushed with pleasure at the words. How did he come to deserve this? This gentle demon? So warm. So loving. He untangled that hand tenderly]

Don't worry, I shall keep you by my side. [once the hand was free he kissed the backs of his fingers] Through heaven and hell and all in between. [pressed a kiss to his palm]

Even unto the end of everything. [he pressed small kisses against those sensitive fingertips, watching Crowley's citrine eyes]

Now tell me, my love. [he bit a fingertip very lightly] Where would you want this hand to go?

From:

serpentinthegarden

[ How the senses did thrill from those teeth ever so gently nibbling his finger. Little jolts of electricity that shot through his system. ]

That depends, angel. I've two minds on that.

[ His cheek brushed against Aziraphale's before a kiss took it's place. ]

The good side of me would like to touch your cheek, draw your lips back to mine... over and over until you know how cherished you are.

And the wicked side...

[ Crowley's eyes glanced downward as his leg shifted over Aziraphale's, his knee drawing tantalizingly close to that wonderful inside leg he had so grown accustomed to visiting. ]

Which should I listen to?

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

Well, I should choose good, but I am on holiday aren't I? [he noticed where that knee was going and trapped it thoroughly between his legs. He wasn't going to let the serpent succeed that easily. Instead he took that hand and placed it where he wanted it most, even if the location was rather cheeky in more ways that one]

Be wicked to me Crowley. Please.

From:

serpentinthegarden

[ A low throaty yet tender hiss approved this choice as the cheek his palm now resting upon was given an appraising squeeze. ]

Maybe I'll be just a little wicked then.

[ He sank against Aziraphale's neck and with vampire-like precision sank a fang into his soft skin. His hand didn't lay idle. It moved up and over the curve of his angelic bottom as his wicked claws dug at the elastic waistline, pulling it down and lightly scratching at any precious inch of flesh that was uncovered. ]

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[he squeaked and wriggled a bit at that squeeze, wings fluffed eagerly in anticipation. His head dropped back at the glance of the teeth and he sucked in a breath as that hand clawed against his skin, sending goosebumps everywhere. He shifted restlessly against the demon, wanting more but wanting to make it last]

Me too. I shall join you... After all it's only --mm- fair...

[that said he slipped his hands under Crowley's shirt, exploring his stomach and waist and chest with the palms of his hands, scratching lightly here and there, trying to make the demon squirm in kind.]

From:

serpentinthegarden

I'm not worried about 'fair'...

[ He broke away from touching Aziraphale long enough to shrug off his jacket, making it all the easier for his shirt to be pushed aside. Greedily he sought out every latch, toggle and button that held the angel's lacy clothing in place and worked each one free. ]

I'm interested in seeing how you find this...

[ Crowley's long tongue slid between the folds over Aziraphale's chest where a button had previously held the sexy outfit closed and trailed over the barely visible skin still mostly hidden by the silk. ]

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[Aziraphale pouted as he broke away, but made a pleased noise when he immediately returned. He wriggled a bit to make the unlatching and unhooking a bit more troublesome.]

Oh? Ohhhh-- [he had managed to sneak his own hands back under Crowley's shirt in the meantime and they might just claw a little at his stomach.]

Oh, hmm. [a wriggle] A bit on the bland side, dear. [hit bit his lower lip a bit and batted shining eyes at the demon]

From:

serpentinthegarden

Bland?

[ A touch of that old demonic fury sprung to light in his face but was held in check by those cheeky eyes. He knew manipulation when he saw it but... his voice gained volume as he repeated the word anyway. ]

BLAND?? Even if those fingernails running over my stomach feel incredible... you are asking for trouble and not the sort you are hoping for!

[ It was the sort of trouble that started at your hips and tickled its way up to your ribs. The insidious laugh out loud tickle torture sort of trouble! ]

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

Well... [a pout and he grazed his fingernails over that stomach, trying to ignore the way his cheeks flushed a little and his wings fluffed a lot] What would get me the sort of trouble I'm hoping for.

...Theoretically.

From:

serpentinthegarden

Mm... Theoretically...

[ His hands wandered as he spoke, threatening the tickling to those angel ribs but not delivering on it when there was a potential new offer on the table. ]

And it is only theoretical! But as it's our 'first time' and all... you might try a song.

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[a faint titter at those fingers roved quite dangerous spots and he squirmed a bit--

Then was thrown off completely]

A ...song? [well... that was something he'd never expected but] Well...do you have a request?

From:

serpentinthegarden

Weeeelllll... again this is all theoretical, but as it is the only first honeymoon we'll get... it should probably be something sappy, and heart felt, and one-hundred percent...

[ He leaned in to kiss Aziraphale's nose like it was the tenderest of butterflies. ]

Romantic.

From:

blessedarethebookmakers

[another pout. That had not quite been what he had been going for. But-- If Crowley wished it he would provide. The demon had better not be teasing him about it or he really would be cross.

But then he smirked a little and began to sing softly]

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home....

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you...